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Daruthin Cossorin and Tascell Wick, who each selected an additional five Tauthri to join the convoy on the journey back to Lycernum. Along with the supply hands, the group numbered about two hundred and fifty; large enough to dissuade any potential attackers, but small enough to likely go unnoticed by a larger marauding force. They would be traveling back through territory they had conquered in recent months, so Zayd thought it unlikely they would be assailed on their journey; however, he knew as well as anyone how war can foster instability and vicious opportunism. The only real marauding force that was a threat, at least that they knew of, was Roh Dun’s Shields, the now near-infamous Dramandi Regiment that seemed able to assail the Ryferian army in brutal, lightning-fast attacks before vanishing back into the wilderness.
    The infantry of the two regiments bracketed the carriage, with the Eighth in the lead and the Ninth following. The cavalry was similarly dispersed; the mounted knights of the Eighth marched at the head of the group. Areagus favoured the Eighth Regiment more highly than the Ninth since he had formerly been a member of the Eighth before being promoted to his present rank. Willar Praene, leading the knights of the Ninth, had been in a foul mood for days after he had found out that he would be with the rearguard – a place of low esteem, in his mind. Many had heard the heated words that Praene levelled at Areagus, but when the Commander suggested the Ninth could stay in Yasri to burn the Dramandi dead, Praene grudgingly relented.
    Zayd’s own contingent of Tauthri was to march between the Eighth’s infantry and cavalry. They had a carriage of their own for men to sleep in shifts during the day, for their active duty only came at night.
    The sound of armoured footsteps took Zayd’s focus from the laden carriage. Coming through a large breach in the city walls strode another group of knights. Zayd raised his hand to salute until he saw the crest of the Silver Sun on the shoulder of the lead knight, who walked straight towards him. Though the knight carried his helm under his arm, it still took Zayd a moment to recognize Barrett Stern. He had not seen him for several merciful weeks, and now a thick black beard covered him from his jaw to his cheekbones. Barrett strode toward Zayd as if he intended to walk through him, but stopped less than an arm’s length away. The knight glared at Zayd’s partially raised hand.
    “Is that a proper salute?” Barrett shouted, even though he was only inches away from Zayd.
    “No, Exalt Stern,” Zayd replied. He saluted and expected Barrett to walk on, but he stood firm and simply stared at him. Zayd held the salute for what felt like a long while. The soldiers around the carriage had hushed as they took notice of the confrontation. The other Silver Sun knights behind Barrett, Alain Tullus and Savas Cole, stood silently with unreadable expressions.
    Stern’s scowl changed briefly into a grin, but quickly gave way as if the scowl was his natural state. “We’re going to be sharing this journey, Tauthri .” He spat the last word. Zayd did not flinch, which annoyed the knight. “If I feel your black eyes on me during this march, I’m going to pull them from your head.” Stern shoved Zayd out of his way, and the other knights followed close behind him. Barrett’s Third Company of Silver Sun knights had taken severe casualties during the heaviest fighting of the campaign. Zayd had heard that only a handful of that unit had survived the final push leading up to the end of the siege. It seemed that those who had survived were being sent back to Lycernum early as a reprieve of sorts, though tranquility ill-suited Barrett. Zayd had seen him in the midst of battle. Reprieve was not for that kind of man.
    “Did you scare him off, captain?”
    Zayd turned to see Tascell Wick and his younger brother, Gavras, who was smiling at his irreverent question.
    “Don’t joke,